I’ve been having some pretty intense bouts of sleep paralysis lately, and now I’m beginning to think there’s a bit more to it. I’ve always had *lots* of nightmares ever since I was a little girl, and I have chronic insomnia, so it’s no surprise, really, but talking to the other people in my house I’m starting to wonder if there’s some other stuff going on. (Perfect time for Halloween, this post is!)
I’ll start with what’s been going on with me. This first part might seem unrelated, but I mention it because things seem to be happening on a gradual scale – getting worse over time.
Usually, I can wake myself up from my nightmares. Like, I can say, “Roxie, you’re having a nightmare. Wake up,” and I will. But lately, I can’t wake myself up. I physically cannot move my body, and it takes me a good few minutes to pull myself out of my dream. Also, about 5-7 times, I have been woken out of a dead sleep (no nightmares) by someone yanking on my big toe. It shoots me awake. It doesn’t scare me, but I definitely feel someone yanking on my toe. At first I thought it was my brother messing with me when he brought the dog in in the morning, but there is no way that he would have time to yank my toe, leave the house, and for the dogs to calm down and fall asleep in the split second it takes for me to jolt awake. (And he has since confirmed he has not been yanking on my toes, but thinks it’s hilarious. ;)) And no one else is awake/there to have had pulled on my toe. And finally, I had a very vivid (what I think was a) dream in which a woman was standing at the foot of my bed. She was speaking to me, but I can’t remember what she was saying. She slowly crawled up over me, and I could feel her over my feet, then my legs, then my chest. All the while I was completely unable to move my body or say anything. Then she tickled me under my arms (wut?), and I guess I woke up because she was gone. If this was a dream, it was one hell of one, because I felt it just as true as I feel this keyboard underneath my fingers now. Throughout none of this have I been scared. It’s more of like a “What is happening?” sort of feeling than a frightened feeling.
There has only been one time when I’ve actually been creeped out, but I convinced myself (until now) that it was just my mind playing tricks on me. I was writing one night, about 4AM. Everyone else was asleep, and I had my headphones on with instrumental music playing at an almost inaudible volume. In my left ear, I heard someone whisper, “Roxie,” forcefully. I pulled the headphone off and looked behind me thinking that my brother-in-law had come in asking me for something, but no one was there, and I knew it was too late for him to be awake. I put the headphones back on and started writing again. About two minutes later, I heard, “Roxie!” again, but this time louder and with more force. I ripped the headphones off and spun around, really freaked out this time, but still no one was there. I got up and looked around the house, but everyone was asleep. I left the headphones off the rest of the night, and looked over my shoulder constantly. I didn’t hear anything else, but I *swear* I heard my name whispered twice that night.
Both my brother and my brother-in-law have told me stories of them being asleep and then being woken (but they aren’t 100% sure that they weren’t dreaming) and seeing a shadowperson standing in the doorway to their bedroom. Neither of them were able to move or speak, but both of them felt as though they were screaming out for help without making a sound.
I was talking to my father-in-law today and mentioned all of this to him, and he told me that when he lived here, in my current bedroom, this same thing happened to him at least twice.
And the most compelling part of it all is I finally told JD, the most skeptic, unbelieving, atheistic person I know about all of this (I was hesitant to tell him because I thought he’d laugh at me) and he said, “Well, I guess that kind of explains what I think I saw that time.” He went on to tell me that once, a couple of months ago, he woke up in the night (or at least he thinks he did, but like the others, he isn’t 100% sure he wasn’t dreaming) and thought he saw a shadowy figure standing at the foot of our bed. He was unable to move, too, and eventually either fell back asleep, or it disappeared. He isn’t sure.
I’m still *pretty* sure it’s all some sort of sleep paralysis, but it’s just a little weird that it’s happened to all of us in the same house. Creepy, creepy!